What Is the Eastern Chief Strategist Planning? (Part One of Two)

"This... indeed... Lord Yan, please come in."

Fang Che hurriedly bowed.

Yan Beihan draped herself in a cloak and stepped inside. She gave a slight twitch of her nose and sighed. "As expected, no matter how high a man's cultivation is, a room occupied by men still reeks."

Fang Che was speechless and could only chuckle inwardly.

He hurriedly kicked his stinky socks under the bed as if nothing had happened.

"You..."

Yan Beihan was at once exasperated and amused. "Does kicking them under the bed make them stop stinking? Why didn't you take them outside? A swirl of spiritual energy would have cleaned them right up. Besides, you're already at Saint level. You shouldn't have much of a smell yourself..."

Fang Che was utterly dumbfounded.

You're the one who said I stank, and you're also the one saying I don't smell that much. What the hell do you want me to do? But in the end, he still pulled the socks out, opened the window, and threw them outside.

He even sent out a storm of spiritual energy, rolling up the air inside, bundling it up, and tossing it outside so fresh air could come in.

Only then did Yan Beihan take a chair from her Space Ring and sit down. "Actually, there was no need to clean up. It didn't smell that bad..."

Uh, fine.

Fang Che was covered in black lines.

It had to be said that Yan Beihan and Night Dream shared the same flaw in this regard. Or perhaps all women under heaven were alike? Fang Che sat down in his own chair as well, only to see that Yan Beihan had already brought out a small tea table, complete with tea utensils. She had even begun brewing tea.

Fang Che was stunned. *You came